I apologized to myself today.
I had a really rough week at work. I’ve had rough weeks before, but this one tops them all.
(Let’s put it this way: I’m about to lose my voice and I have two pimples. And I haven’t had pimples in years).
Today, I just woke up and had a epiphany.
I apologized to myself, because I shouldn’t have known better, than to let some guys let me feel like sh*t.
After another dating app fail, I decided that I need to delete those apps. And not go on for months…. probably for the rest of the year.
I got so used to talking to someone, almost on a daily basis this past year, that I got addicted to it.
I have been on and off dating apps for years. But I haven’t been so hooked on it before. Typically when I would see conversations fading and I can see that I have no need for the app, I would just delete it and go on with my life.
But I guess last year, when everything changed in the world….so did my experience with dating apps.
I’ve noticed that many guys were looking for a “casual” relationship. It felt like 70% of them did. It’s probably due to quarantine and not seeing others. But it felt like no one was really looking for a real relationship.
One of the guys that I met (online & in person), we began talking right when COVID hit San Diego. And our lives were forever changed. We talked pretty much daily and it took about 3 months, till we video called and actually met each other. But once I started to have feelings for him, then that was the end of us.
I talked to someone daily for 3 months. And it felt so nice.
I don’t have any friends nor don’t have anyone to really talk to. So when that ended, I really wanted someone to talk to. Because I got so used to it.
Then I talked to another guy daily soon after. Then his ex just randomly showed up and that was the end of us.
After that, I decided that maybe it’s best to take a break from dating apps. I even told my therapist that. Little did I know that it became worse after that.
The loneliness began to hit me. And I was just craving to talk to someone…anyone. I even tried the BFF version on a dating app to meet friends. But it seemed like, no one really went on that app.
So then I began talking to this last guy (the one I’ve been so depressed about)…
And I thought it was great, that he doesn’t text often because I should be used to it (uhh I’m stupid).
Then I got hurt….and depressed. And had suicidal thoughts. Because it started affecting everything else in my life.
And then this past week, I was talking to a guy. We Facetimed last night, it wasn’t so great.
And I woke up today thinking… “WHAT AM I DOING”
I realized how it’s the end of February and I spent a majority of this year (2 months) getting depressed over a guy. I was extremely hurt by him and I don’t know why? My therapist brought this up in a recent session. She asked how I felt when I had a break up with a boyfriend. I told her that I would get really depressed. And then she asked how long those relationships were. And I said, “the first boyfriend was 1 year and the second boyfriend was 8 months”. And then she asked me why I felt as depressed with this guy, when we were just “hanging out” for less than 3 months.
I told her…. ” I have no clue”. And I still don’t know.
And looking back at how depressed I was this past month, how worthless I felt and all the crying that I did. I was so hurt.
And I let myself get hurt.
I LET MYSELF ONLY SEE THE BAD PERSPECTIVES OF THE SITUATION. AND I LET IT AFFECT ME.
My therapist brought up another thing…..
I want some companionship. I needed it.
I haven’t had a friend in a long time. And no matter how much I’m preparing myself to get used to being so lonely. I need a friend. And she also brought up how much people need human interaction for their mental health and well being. And I’m not getting it.
Earlier this month, I blamed myself for that guy not texting me back. I started looking at my actions and pointing out things that I did “wrong”. I blamed myself for losing the friendships that I had.
It makes me so sad thinking about it. I BLAMED MYSELF. When I didn’t do anything wrong, I just did what was best for myself.
I blamed myself for friends not communicating with me and not supporting me. But a friendship is supposed to be about communication and support. It’s not my fault. I pretend as much as I can that I’m okay for the sake of others. But it gets to a point when I’m tired of pretending and want my true emotions to show. But then it can be interpreted as being rude or being shy. Or whatever.
It’s not my fault. But I let my mind think it’s my fault.
That f*cking guy barely communicated with me. I always had to ask him to Facetime and hang out. He didn’t have the decency to just be honest and say that it wasn’t working out. He just didn’t do anything and I let my mind create all these negative thoughts.
I need to focus on myself again.
My mental health is deteriorating and it’s affecting my emotions and my body.
So I’m going to have March as a self-care month.
No dating apps. Doing the best that I can at work, even though it’s been so stressful. Doing more art. Trying my best to not stay at home as much during the weekends. Because being at home more often, means my mind just plays tricks on me.
I told myself as I was driving home today…
“I’m sorry Mel. I’m sorry that you had to go through all these intense emotions these past couple of months. WHEN YOU DIDN’T HAVE TO. I’m sorry that you felt so depressed and had suicidal thoughts after some a**hole ghosted you. YOU DIDN’T DESERVE IT. I’m so sorry that you had to go through all that”.
I made some mistakes and let my mind go to the negative route of circumstances. And it greatly affected me.
We can’t go through this again.
We won’t go through this again.